-Poems Of A Friend-(David Barnes)

Elegant, poised relaxed
Forfillment
On her face
Glistening,
Her Inner Radiance
Attuned to
Mother earth.

It is in every woman
Pregnant,
Close to her time.

`Tis is if the universe
Heaven's, aura surronds
Protecting, life beginning
Growing within
`Beautiful.

Serene, she enfolds
Her son to her breast
Carrying the stars
In her eye's
I move on... by...

A stranger walks towards me, I reach for her
But she is not there; she calls; yet, I do not hear her sweet voice.
The tree's rich autumn leaves drift, settled on the earth
As I strive to belong.

I hear her now, a sweet sound to my ear a harp gently stroked
Enfolds me, where are you my love, where are you.
I am here, yet she does not here me, enclosed
In a sea of color, within,
The picture hanging on my wall.

Agile
Grandma - Clipping
Roses, cupped
Within her palms
Aged - Stiffened
Wiry fingers
Sewing patches
'On my pants.

Roses, whither
Pass away
Petals fall to throng
Thimble
On the mantle
'Swept inadvertently
"Lost"
The memories linger on.

All across the mountainside
Echo's call rebelled
Was it birds on high
A woman's might that yelled
Life, is a living hell.

Within the Forrest dark
Black eye's glowing, real, sharp
Teeth gnashing snapping flashing
Chasing shadows, in the parks
The sound of growls a harp.

Sunset's rise's with the moon
The door' of home is shut
You sod, you bitch, echo's, bell
Rings around the rooms
For god sake just shut up.

Hidden deep closed doors
They creep, listen take a peek
'Tear's roll unhindered
Down, tender little cheeks
Somewhere, someday, maybe, peace...